Chapter 89 Select the Three Treasures of Traditional Chinese Medicine for Rejuvenation
In the intensive care unit
The white-haired Doctor Mao took a plum-blossom needle and inserted a few needles into the patient's Twelve Wells and Shixuan acupoints, which made the young doctors next to him feel pain.
"Xiao Fu, come and bleed, be careful not to use too much force."
"Good teacher."
Immediately afterwards, Dr. Mao took out a set of silver needles and acupunctured the patient's Renzhong, Hegu, Taichong, Dazhui and other acupoints, gently turning the needles while inserting them.
Outside the ward, family members held their breath through the glass.
In the ward, all the doctors are quietly waiting for the curative effect. After all, the doctors who study Western medicine are still wary of traditional Chinese medicine.
Dr. Mao administered a few injections, and the patient who had been convulsing before slowly calmed down.
The effect is immediate.
Outside the ward, Jiang Meilan covered her mouth, feeling heartbroken and crying when she saw that her son had finally overcome another difficulty.
Sun Shu clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were red, wishing he could replace his son.
The other family members were all in tears and praying to the gods and ancestors.
In the ward, the young doctors were all stunned. You looked at me, I looked at each other, and you all saw the incredible look in each other's eyes.
"How many injections can the convulsions be cured?"
"Wow, is it true? Can diazepam be useless? Acupuncture is so miraculous?"
"Isn't it just a coincidence? Shouldn't the twitching stop just now?"
Although the little doctors' voices were very soft, they still reached the ears of several big experts nearby. Li Ruiqi turned around and glared viciously at the little doctor who was chewing his tongue.
Director Xu Huanghui can’t wait to ask:
"Teacher Mao, is there still hope for this child?"
Mr. Mao shook his head gently: "I have only temporarily controlled the condition. I have not yet conducted a systematic diagnosis. I will communicate with you later."
After saying that, Mr. Mao picked up the young patient's hands, placed three fingers of his left and right hands on the pulse, and began to diagnose the pulse with both hands.
The ward was also quiet, except for the ticking sound of the monitoring machine from time to time.
About a moment after the injection, Mr. Mao put down the little patient's hand, covered the quilt with a light movement, and then stood up straight. The white hair was so eye-catching.
The doctors in the ward and the family members outside the ward looked at the old doctor anxiously.
"Since you have invited me here, I will naturally not hold anything back. I know the patient's condition well. Let me set the tone first. The condition is very critical. It can be said that my life hangs by a thread. It may happen at any time..."
Jiang Meilan outside the ward was about to howl loudly when she suddenly heard two more words coming from the loudspeaker:
"But..."
Upon hearing these two words, Director Xu Huanghui, whose heart was about to jump out of his chest just now, also felt weak in his legs, complaining in his heart: Old man, can you please stop turning around when talking.
“However, the patient can still be saved, not at the last moment!”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up. Director Li Ruiqi knew the true ability of Mr. Mao, so he quickly said respectfully:
"Teacher Mao, we don't know much about Chinese medicine, but if you say it can be saved, it must be, so please help us."
Mr. Mao smiled bitterly:
"There is still hope, but it's a pity that life-saving medicine is difficult to obtain now." Xu Huanghui's hope that had just risen was shattered again, and she was really about to cry:
"Teacher Mao, don't be so scary."
Mr. Mao was helped by Li Ruiqi to sit on the stool, and then he explained to the doctors at the scene:
"The patient's condition, diagnosed by our traditional Chinese medicine, is 'typhoid fever combined with panic syndrome'
Typhoid fever is when the cold air attacks the skin and attacks the blood and gas, causing the interstitial organs to close, preventing the air from being vented, accumulating heat and generating heat. In the case of typhoid fever, the heat takes over the heart and the heart governs the blood vessels. The patient's blood and gas are weak and the mind is easily disturbed. The heat takes advantage of it, so it causes fright. If the fright persists, it will lead to epilepsy. ”
Both the senior and junior doctors in the ward nodded slightly. Only they knew whether they understood or not.
Many young doctors thought that this was obviously a sacred book, and many people believed that it was nonsense. They just pretended to be serious because they respect you because you are older.
Mr. Mao has real abilities, but he rarely has the opportunity to show off in front of Western doctors, so he started shaking his head and wagging his tail:
"The patient's expression is timid, the middle burner is blocked, dampness and heat are suffocating, phlegm covers the pericardium, and the mind is confused, which induces liver wind and causes acute convulsions.
Although the causes of acute convulsions and wind diseases are different, they all have sudden onset, rapid change, and dangerous symptoms. Symptoms include sudden high fever, red face and red lips, irritability and coma, phlegm and shortness of breath, trismus, twitching and trembling, opisthotonic eyes, rapid pulse, cyanotic fingerprints, etc.
The main pathogenesis of this disease is the mutual influence of heat, phlegm, convulsion and wind, which are cause and effect. The main disease location is in the heart and liver meridians, so the treatment principles are to clear away heat, eliminate phlegm, calm convulsions, and calm wind. ”
Although Li Ruiqi is the director of the Department of Critical Care Medicine and studied Western medicine, he also has some research on traditional Chinese medicine. At this time, he asked:
"Teacher Mao, since you have understood the causes of the disease and the principles of treatment, why do you say that treatment is difficult?"
"No, to be precise, it's not that the treatment is difficult, the difficulty lies in the medicinal materials."
Mr. Mao stood up, walked a few steps, and then announced the answer:
"When acute convulsion wind evil traps the pericardium, it is necessary to urgently resuscitate it and wake it up as soon as possible. The first choice of Chinese medicine for resuscitation is the "Three Treasures": Angong Niuhuang Pill, Zixue Dan, and Zhibao Dan.
The functions of the three medicines are to clear the heart and rejuvenate the mind, cool down and relieve heat and toxins. Their main treatments are similar, but each has its own emphasis. Among them, Angong Niuhuang Pill is the best and most symptomatic, followed by Zixue and Zhibao.
Therefore, if you want to save the patient, you must use one of these three drugs now. ”
Angong Niuhuang Pill, Purple Snow Pill, Zhibao Pill...
Everyone was frowning and thinking. The young doctors were more flexible and immediately took out their mobile phones to search on major drug purchasing apps.
A young doctor shouted excitedly:
"Teacher Mao, I searched and found that these three medicines are available in a certain group's drug store. They are sold at Huichuntang Pharmacy not far away from us, and they can also be delivered to your door!"
"Ah, it seems the patient is saved!"
When Sun Shu outside the ward heard this, endless hope surged in his heart. He was about to ask his relatives to help him go out to buy, when suddenly the voice of Mr. Mao came from the loudspeaker:
"You guys are not careful. Since I dare to say that medicinal materials are difficult, it means that the Angong Niuhuang Pills, Purple Snow Pills, and Zhibao Pills on the market are useless. Pills must be produced before 1989 to be effective."< br>
As soon as Mr. Mao said these words, the junior doctors behind him quit.
"Ah???"
"Why???"
"Before 1989, those medicines were more than 30 years old. Even if you bought them, they would have expired!!!"
"Well, it's not for nothing. Who can get the traditional Chinese medicine from decades ago?"
Director Li Ruiqi turned around and glared at the young doctors fiercely again, signaling them to say less.
(End of chapter)